Biografía:
Little Comets son una banda de indie rock, cuarteto de Jarrow y Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Se describen su música como ''kitchen sink indie''. A principios de 2009 la banda firmó con Columbia Records y lanzaron su álbum debut ''In Search of Elusive Little Comets'', el 31 de enero de 2011.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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The brute, us hiding under stairs.
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Waiting for his thunder to hit
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Waiting for his thunder to shout
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Waiting for his thunder to tire itself out.
So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin
By his sublimations that reside within
For I’m the truth, the two in ten
That suffer at the whims of the weakest men.
Waiting for his thunder…
A E A E Fm
Each bruise I use as a chronicle of all that you gave me now
A E A E C#m
And every scar a reminder of the power that you had
The saddest part about the darkest hours
The implication that the fault was ours.
Waiting for his thunder…
I’m a mat and I still retain
F#m E C#m
Accumulated stories of the tawdry years
F#m E F#m E
I’ve been stamped out by rum-fuelled boots
F#m E C#m
The brute, us hiding under stairs.
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder to hit
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder and thinking is this it?
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder to shout
A E C#m
Waiting for his thunder to tire itself out.
So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin
By his sublimations that reside within
For I’m the truth, the two in ten
That suffer at the whims of the weakest men.
Waiting for his thunder…
A E A E Fm
Each bruise I use as a chronicle of all that you gave me now
A E A E C#m
And every scar a reminder of the power that you had
The saddest part about the darkest hours
The implication that the fault was ours.
Waiting for his thunder…
Little Hours
little hurricane
Little India
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